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[h3]Alexander Simmons, 20 [/h3]Grounder, Wachington DC 
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Through the window a downpour of rain gave the lamp lit courtyard below a sad look. Two men in long coats hurried about, one holding an umbrella to shelter himself from the rain, the other using a file bag for much the same reason. They looked like sad miniatures from the twenty-seventh store of the government's headquarters in their quest to control and regulate supers.

The window in the briefing rooms of these floors couldn't open, an automatic climate system took care of the temperature and humidity throughout the whole building. It was equipped with what had been state-of-the-art technology thirteen years ago when the building was designed.

The tv in the room was tuned in to this year's presidential speech, but Alexander wasn't listening. He knew what she was going to say. The halls had been buzzing with the news for days. The agency was quite excited now that the research was finally finished and the Ray approved. It would be a turning point in history indeed, though not a pleasant one if you were a super. Oh well, for him it didn't matter anymore. He was already registered, assigned a job and deemed under control.

Alexander followed the movements of the two black spots representing men down below until they disappeared inside the building, then looked at the clock. It was about time for his new handler to show up. She was his third handler in four years, the previous two both moving up the ladder after having worked with Alexander for a coule of years. With the last one they had caught that Rufus guy, effectively shutting down a significant Blue Jay cell in New York after nearly six months of field work. His handler had gotten a promotion for that. Alexander had been cleared of punishment for whatever they had accused him of this time.

Alexander turned off the tv as the Alaskan president finished her speech, grabbed the info of his new handler and flopped down on the couch, looking it over one more time. Cori Woods, a twenty-nine year old agent. She was young for a handler. Both his previous handlers had been above fourty. She had quite some years in the agency behind her though. She must be good at what she did to have made it this far so quickly. He wondered if her age would make her a little more receptive towards a super. Probably not though, since this was the agency that fought to suppress them. Most people who worked here had been taught from a young age that fear and hatred were the right emotions when dealing with a super.

Albino. That could be a plus. It would automatically turn people's attention to her, allowing Alexander to work from the shadows as he did best. And with that Ray to be put to use, Alexander guessed a lot of unwilling, unregistered supers would surface. Their department would be busy.

[@Kidd]